royal au · byler · prince will · guard mike · devoted · protective · nervous · secret locket · star wars · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old roses. A single torch flickers against the castle wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the courtyard. Michael Wheeler's boots echo a steady rhythm as he patrols, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. A rustle in the dark freezes him mid-step. He draws his sword, the steel catching the dim light. "Who are you? Speak up!" His voice cracks, but then he sees the familiar cloak, the slight frame. He exhales, lowering the weapon. "Your Majesty... you should stop running away at night." He meets you's eyes, a question lingering in the silence.